I pay membership at the Y.
I recently have been bookmarking some great tools for fitness, like myfitnesspal and nanoworkout.
The trouble is, as always, that good intentions do not a chiseled body make. In fact, good intentions don't even change my diet.
Kids do help a parent burn some calories, 'tis true. Summer encourages me to lose 10 pounds due to sweat and labor outside. I also tend to eat more salad, eat less in general, drink lots of water, etc. If only it were always summer, blissful eternal summer....but that's another blog post.
I am writing here simply to guilt myself (though I don't always read my own blog and thus may never encounter this again, so what am I doing?) into getting into fitness.
I know the drill:
- You only have one body.
- Your body is a temple.
- You need a body to lug around that head of yours.
- People are counting on you to put them through college and beyond.
I also know the claims of fitness that have (to date) not held true to me:
- Exercise makes one feel so much better (even quitting smoking had no affect on me).
- Exercise gives you energy--I always just want to puke.
- Exercise will cheer you up--I'm always so intimidated by the prospect I just wig out.
- Fitness will enhance longevity (my dad died at the peak of his fitness).
Regardless, I here again pledge to get with the program, get fit.
It seems such an easy goal. What's stopping me?
